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" Nice "
Scott Storch, Game
Chris Brown
The meanest the meaner, the second I seen her
Had me open, got me looking, losing all my control
The passion I'm feining, baby, you're the new meaning
But I found myself tripping when you walked through the door
And I know it's not like me getting beside myself
She got me feeling that way
And I know it's unlikely that you're gon' deny me
And just walk away
I'll be that guy that don't have time to play
It's looking like a schedule is 'bout the same
The ball is in your court, I'm ready for your game
It's looking like your neck is ready for my chain
She be that girl I'll be waiting for
Sending me them signals that I can't ignore
Thought I was gonna get her on the dance floor
Then I saw her headed to the exit door
I call her nice 'cause she got it
Do whatever whenever 'cause she 'bout it
That there's nice 'cause I got it
Do whatever, whenever 'cause I'm 'bout it
I'm falling for her
She got me trapped
That girl's nice 'cause she got it
'Cause she got it, she got it
Breathe, breathe
Your body is screaming, believe that I'm listening
To every word you're saying, girl, I'm loosing my cool
You bet you a soldier and I got me a rider
And you ain't gotta stress it 'cause there's nothing to prove
I know it ain't easy being a sexy girl
That's always getting her way
But I'm here to tell you
You got me up on you and I won't let you slip away
I'll be that guy that don't have time to play (Nah)
It's looking like a schedule is 'bout the same (Yeah)
The ball is in your court, I'm ready for your game (Yeah)
It's looking like your neck is ready for my chain (Uh)
She be that girl I'll be waiting for
Sending me them signals that I can't ignore (Damn)
Thought I was gonna get her on the dance floor
Then I saw her headed to the exit door (Oh)
I call her nice 'cause she got it (Oh)
Do whatever whenever 'cause she 'bout it (Oh, yeah)
That there's nice 'cause I got it (I got it, yeah)
Do whatever, whenever 'cause I'm 'bout it ('Bout it)
I'm falling for her (Falling for her)
She got me trapped (Got me trapped)
That girl's nice 'cause she got it
'Cause she got it, she got it
Breathe, breathe
Yeah, you [?] know now that it's 'bout go down
The club is packed up
The word around town that this is the jump off
You know when [?] drops that this is the jump off
I did it for Big, Pac
I'm pourin' my Cristal, the [?] is too hot
They takin' they clothes off, they yellin' out, "2Pac"
'Cause I'm from the Westside and they from the East Coast
My [?] from down South, they lettin' they teeth show
'Cause this ain't Def Jam and this ain't Bad Boy
This ain't Star Trak, this is the last call
They turnin' the lights on, the bar is shot down
I'm walking with Scott Storch and we in the front now
The [?] is with me, they ready to pop off
You bringin' your girlfriend, she gotta get knocked off
So hop in the six-four 'cause this 'bout to get down
It's going down
I call her nice 'cause she got it (Oh, ayy)
Do whatever whenever 'cause she 'bout it (She 'bout it)
That there's nice 'cause I got it (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Do whatever, whenever 'cause I'm 'bout it (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
I'm falling for her
She got me trapped
That girl's nice 'cause she got it (Yeah)
'Cause she got it, she got it (Uh, uh)
Breathe (Uh, uh), breathe
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Uh, let's go
Uh, let's go
Uh, let's go (Oh)
Uh, let's go
Uh, let's go
Uh, let's go
Uh, let's go
Oh
Oh, yeah
I call her nice 'cause she got it (Oh, ayy)
Do whatever whenever 'cause she 'bout it (She 'bout it)
That there's nice 'cause I got it (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Do whatever, whenever 'cause I'm 'bout it (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
I'm falling for her
She got me trapped
That girl's nice 'cause she got it (Yeah)
'Cause she got it, she got it (Uh, uh)
Breathe (Uh, uh), breathe
" Save The Drama "
Gun shots, we lots
Hennessy, I don't really like scotch
At the don when I'm talking to the dutch
And the man with the pockets like fam you up
Dippers and the wait notes
Black man says he's hit a lick, better keep your face down
Get loud when that kick sound
You miss it, don't count up
No tops, no tops
Go to collect, we in Paris when we shop
You gotta give the man props
Your girl love a man lots
Fuck it, I'm on that pussy like a rumpa
If I tag her, gotta have her have a bumper
All that pussy got that fire like a dragon
And I know she got that wagon from her mama
Call it a homicide how she do
The guys in Jamaica, man jealous
Make me terrified
I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama
Get the baddest bitch and treat it like the worst
Popping the Henny, tripping if you fuck the pussy first
We gon' fuck, I'm gon' fuck or we gon' fall in love
I will get 'em once, fucking, fucking with the plug
Bitches texting, I'm a dog fetching
Bitch I'm on, no flexing, fuck a 100 besties
See that's just for that extra Range, she'd to forget them
Your body's under my belt, just to make it official
I forget that he mission, never forget the pistol
Thinking all the way in, killing and leave the victims
I got trust issues, I might think you tripping
Really I be tripping, rolling with all the spitting
West is, this the gang, bitch you better catch it
'Fore you be over tested, rather pull up in a Bentley
Used to pull up in Chevys, I'm the kind that can get enough
I'm the kind that can get the paper cause I can't get enough nigga
Call it a homicide how she do
The guys in Jamaica, man jealous
Make me terrified
I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama
Likkle waste girl
Lick her waste girl
Lick di poom poom
Like di taste girl
I done made love in the strangest places
I'm a real plug move things on the daily
Like di mon on the moon I'll be safe
Smoke di ganja mi ugh
Everyday
I'm a rider, she a rider
Hold the Glock 9 right on side her
Hit the high notes like Mariah
Body feel electric when the vibe is right
I'm a drug I'm 'a get you high tonight
Fall in love with me
Pussy mine tonight
I could see you want me
Pull you closely
Sound on silent
Ignore the phone ring
Deep breath
Hands on knees
Just get it
Real small waist
Fat ass, lil titties
Email please gates don't do digits
Mouth on bling just spent 2 million
Laid back, low key, big lean sipping
S63 coupe yeeee I'm whipping
Heroin trap back street move chickens
New boo thing on fleek roof missing
Chris B hit me, dip through kick it
Straps on lap
Big shit I give her
Hat to the back
Lot of tats I'm chillin'
Matter of fact
Big racks I give her
Kevin Gates don't hang
Bae stop slippin'
Bullshit make a real nigga lose interest
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama
" Poppin' (Remix) "
Chris Breezy
I see ya, daddy
Yeah, right off the bat, I'm a mack
We can get it poppin', we can get it crackin'
And if your man is whack
And if he lack what I pack
Then I will make you lack him
Shorty, we can do what you wanna, how you wanna
Where you wanna, when you wanna, ask them
And my clip never droppin'
We can get it poppin' like a MAC-10
Brrrr that, that, that on your back, back, back
I smack, smack, smack that
And I'm strapped with an automatic tongue
And it goes brrrr-a-da-da-da
Now who wanna get shot? Baby, I could tap that
Yup, I could tap that like the Rat Pack
I could lay back like a fat cat
But I'm a big dog on any track
Ah, and we got it pumpin' e'ry night, e'ry night
When we did our tour thing
You know I had to tell them young niggas
When it come to the women, I just switch like a mood ring
But I'm rich, I'm high on the food chain
I'm hot, I smoke like two trains
I'm trained, I know how to do things
My thing hot like blue flame
Flame, the fireman put it out
She hot, the fireman put her out
All she gotta do is call up emergency
And I will be on my way to the house
Knock, knock? I know somebody home
Don't leave me knockin', baby
All you gotta do is bring that corn
And we can get it poppin', baby
Say, say, say, s-say, say what your name is
Ooh yeah, that fits you, girl
Tell me where you headed
Can I walk with you, girl?
You got that look in your eyes
That look like you give your boy here a good ol' time
And I'm on it, girl, that's right I'm on it, girl
See this is the first time I had a girl whose looks set me on fire
I'm really tryna get to know you better, girl, you ain't gotta act like you shy
'Cause we gon' do something, something is gon' get done
And we gon' get crunk and have a lot of fun and I say
Shawty, shawty
She wearing her hair, she working them jeans
She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it
She keep it on, man, popping
Shawty keep it on and popping
Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah
Shawty, shawty
The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot
Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking
You got me open and waiting, and popping
You keep me on, man, popping
Ooh, ooh
Uh, uh
Let me tell you
Yeah
I'm tryna keep my swagger but you 'bout to have me, girl
Jump through about four or five hoops of ooh baby
Let's take it to the hood so the people can see you, girl
Oh yes, you mean and vicious the way you switching, now I say
See this is the first time I had a girl who looks set me on fire
I'm really tryna get to know you better girl, you ain't gotta act like you shy
'Cause we gon' do something, something is gon' get done
And we gon' get crunk and have a lot of fun, ooh, ooh, ooh
Shawty, shawty
She wearing her hair, she working them jeans
She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it
She keep it on, man, popping
Shawty keep it on and popping
Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah
Shawty, shawty
The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot
Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking
You got me open and waiting, and popping
You keep me on, man, popping
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, Dipset!
I'm Santana, ayy
How ya doin', baby? Nice to meet ya
Wait, let me not mislead ya
First off, I'm about my dough and cheese
Just call me a slice of pizza
Yup, I'll be your pizza guy
Deliver your pizza pie
I got a chauffeur named Woodrow
Car named Bentley
When I speak he drives
Shorty know how to work it like a model (Yeah)
She get it poppin' like a cork on a bottle (Yeah)
Baby, if you was a car
I'd put your doors in the air like a Murcielago (Yeah)
I leave you on a higher note
Then when Mariah Carey hit her highest note
You get diagnosed with a higher dose
Of what you never had before, me
Plus I ain't like them other guys that be cryin' broke (Nope)
Whinin' broke (Nope)
I'm about my bread, you heard what I said
Baby, I'm a loaf (Loaf)
Come let me school ya
Bring it here, let me be your tutor
We can go to Miami, ride down Collins, hop on that
Scooter
Next thing you know we be K-I-S-S-I-N-G
In the back of my Maserati
Then I drop you off before curfew time
The kind of guy I be
Oh, I'm so kind
Them other guys are not like me
So don't pay them no mind (Nope)
Uh-uh!
Shawty, shawty
She wearing her hair, she working them jeans
She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it
She keep it on, man, popping
Shawty keep it on and popping
Ooh, ooh
" Handle It "
Say you can handle liquor but can you handle me? (No)
Drunk all night drinking that Hennessy (drunk all night, oh, can you?)
Handle liquor but can you handle me? (Can you handle me? Oh)
Drunk all night (drunk all night)
Can you handle me? (Ooh)
Can you handle me? (Yeah)
Can you handle me? (Ooh)
Can you handle me? (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm lit, lit, lit, like a candle be (lit, lit, lit, yeah)
Drunk all night
Can you handle me? 'Bout to smoke this weed (handle me)
She wanna do some lines and she don't wanna sleep (wanna sleep)
This where the party at, you better shake that ass (ass)
Kick you outta my crib, I know you coming back (back)
Blood, I been with the shits, I don't need no more friends (shits, friends)
Nigga take a deep breath, that was never your bitch (breath, your bitch)
I know you niggas salty, can't get this bitch off me (salty, off me)
Butt naked, popping molly, while her nigga calling (molly)
Money, money, money, money come and go, yeah
Like these hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes
And baby, when I fuck, take off all your clothes (clothes)
You know we lit, lit, lit , can't lie, that pussy fire though
Say you can handle liquor but can you handle me? (No)
Drunk all night drinking that Hennessy (drunk all night, oh, can you?)
Handle liquor but can you handle me? (Can you handle me? Oh)
Drunk all night (drunk all night, ooh, yeah)
Can you handle me? (Ooh)
Can you handle me? (Yeah)
Can you handle me? (Ooh)
Can you handle me? (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm lit, lit, lit, like a candle be (lit, lit, lit, yeah)
Drunk all night
Sh-sh-she just wanna fuck all night, that's alright (Lil Boat, yeah, yeah)
I'ma let her but I would not sweat her by the way
Shawty pullin' my sweater, let me know she wetter
Ass soft as feathers, fuck her on my leather, it's getting hot tonight (will she?)
Can you handle me? (Can you handle me?)
And everything that comes with me? (And everything that comes with me?)
Like all of my enemies (like all of my enemies)
And all of the industry talking down on me (all of the industry)
They be hatin', young, young but I'm ready (they be hatin', young, young but I'm ready)
I push the coupe down the highway like Andretti (coupe, skrrt)
Bitch, I'm all about my lettuce, give a fuck about your fetish (give a fuck about your fetish)
If you ain't fucking or sucking, then an UberX is ready (Lil' Boat)
Say you can handle liquor but can you handle me? (No)
Drunk all night drinking that Hennessy (drunk all night, oh, can you?)
Handle liquor but can you handle me? (Can you handle me? Oh)
Drunk all night (drunk all night)
Can you handle me? (Ooh)
Can you handle me? (Yeah)
Can you handle me? (Ooh)
Can you handle me? (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm lit, lit, lit, like a candle be (lit, lit, lit, yeah)
Drunk all night
Never, never been a lightweight
Bitch, I always been a heavyweight
Don't never call me Mayweather
I promise I can do it better
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know what it is
Soon as you pull up, sex is what it is
Don't you ask no questions
This could be a blessing, yeah
Two shots got me feeling myself
No telling what I'd do with my hands
Specially if they play my jam, might end up between you legs
I might just take you with me
Yeah, you know I'm a freak, yeah
Say you can handle liquor but can you handle me? (No)
Drunk all night drinking that Hennessy (drunk all night, oh, can you?)
Handle liquor but can you handle me? (Can you handle me? Oh)
Drunk all night (drunk all night, ooh, yeah)
Can you handle me? (Ooh)
Can you handle me? (Yeah)
Can you handle me? (Ooh)
Can you handle me? (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm lit, lit, lit, like a candle be (lit, lit, lit, yeah)
Can you handle me? (Ooh)
Can you handle me? (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm lit, lit, lit, like a candle be (lit, lit, lit, yeah)
Bitch, I'm lit, lit, lit, like a candle be (lit, lit, lit, yeah)
Say you can handle liquor but can you handle me? (No)
Drunk all night
" 48 Bar Rap "
Jahlil Beats, holla at me
Yeah, leggo
It's what they wanted right?
Black shades, dark tint
Your girl, nigga, I get it in
Stick shiftin', switchin' and burnin' out in the Benz
Wood grippin', kissin' all of they model friends
Mr. Dolo (Dolo), with a bunch of freaks
And you know they get the party bouncin' like a pogo
I'm in slow mo
But fast forward me to the part where me and your girl underneath the sheets
Just keep your eyes on
Got a whole bunch of niggas behind me wearin' red, Verizon
New money, I get my super size on
I like a long hair, bad chick, thighs long
Haha, knowin' all the words to my songs
And she fuckin' every girl that's in my phone
Ha ha, I'm-I'm-I'm so fly
Flight miles up 'cause I'm so high
Huh, lil' nigga get your cheese up
Black Ice on my neck, make you freeze up
Oh, you worried 'bout me? Go figure
I ain't sweatin' it, fuck them old niggas
Lambo', Range Rove', with my pants low
I got the audience clappin' like a backboard
She put her hands up and then I stand up
And get to workin' on the pole like a dancer
I double up, I call it double Dutch
Two girls at the same time, what the fuck?
Rabbit foot in the air 'cause my luck is up
Bring the first aid out 'cause I'm cuttin' up
Bang, bang, now that's some G shit
No chain gang, like I'm really on some free shit
They jaw dropped, I'm leavin' niggas speechless
World premiere, get a sneak peek, bitch
I'm great, today is a new day
Fuckin' with me, do the moonwalk on your face
No games, I'm oh so serious
And y'all niggas straight pussy, period
They say a singer can't rap, I ain't hearin' it
'Cause after these couple songs. I been killin' shit
Oh no, niggas sayin' I'm loco
But they Pinocchio niggas, watch they nose grow
It's Young Money, shout-out my nigga Tyga too
They on their first mixtape, I'm on volume two
Turn me up, I'll show you what a tiger do
And I'ma rip this beat up like lion food
Louis luggage and the case for the passport
I don't buy shit, nigga. I ask for it
I'm the freshest, I'm the best
I suggest that I get it off my motherfuckin' chest, Breezy